We’ve underachieved. Too many walks, not enough key hits, reliable and talented players uncharacteristically missing games and having one-pitch at bats resulting in infield flies with runners in scoring position. Something is amiss.
I’ve been searching for our mascot, Harlod the rubber Duck, our good luck Duck.
I learned today he has been kidnapped, missing since last summer.
In a move reminiscent of every college movie ever made, the Bulldogs stole our mascot.
Harold is being used as a football, and a model for homoerotic porto-jon photos and fellatio.
(see Commish’s fantastic, Dawgs/Ducks recap two posts down)
We have to get our Duck back by any means necessary.